Special 4: He’s old and just wants to beg his wife 🔞

They say you should always check the body of a young wife…

The sky at dusk over the sea was a sparkling, shimmering blue. The waves gently lapped the shore, creating a relaxing rhythm that made his heart swell. Today was a special day for Inspector Thian, who was turning thirty-five. They were taking this opportunity to celebrate and honeymoon together.

Mangkon placed the suitcase on the large bed of the private villa located on the beach. The quiet and private atmosphere was perfect for relaxation. However, the birthday boy stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe, staring at the small one with a smile that was too cunning to be trusted.

“What are you looking at, P’Thian?”

“Just looking at my beautiful wife,” a low voice replied sweetly.

“P’Thain, aren’t you tired of the word ‘wife’?” Mangkon said with a sigh, but faint red blushes crept onto his white cheeks, trying and failing to hide.

“I’m not tired of it. My wife is so cute.”

How could he not be cute? Ever since Mangkon moved to Chiang Mai, the dogs and cats liked to paw and stare at his wife.

Jealous, oh so jealous.

The younger one tried to ignore the sharp gaze and went back to unpacking his suitcase. However, one person was far too impatient. A thick hand grabbed the small wrist before pulling him closer until there was almost no distance left between them.

“It’s my birthday today. Can’t I be affectionate with my wife?”

A soft voice whispered next to his ear. A sharp face leaned in, so close. The scent of light perfume wafted into his nose, making Mangkon’s heart begin to race.

“P’Thian, don’t play around.”

“I’m not playing. I just want some encouragement from my wife.” “Please? Can I?”

“You want to take advantage of me as soon as you arrive?” “Right away. Is it okay?”

This old dog of thirty-five years was being overly affectionate. Mangkon had been prepared for it from the beginning. This trip probably wouldn’t involve doing much besides *that* kind of thing. He would consider it a gift for P’Thian.

“Okay, I suppose.”

“Yes! I’m going to get my wife!” “Are you that happy?”

“That’s just how I am.” You didn’t need to say it. Just looking at his face told him.

“Then can I kiss you first?” I’m a good husband, and I have to ask my wife before doing anything.

And then, the sweet honeymoon began. Thian held his gentle face protectively and lightly kissed his forehead before tracing down to the tip of his nose and stopping at his thin lips. His round eyes closed without him realizing, the warmth from the touch made his heart beat wildly.

The atmosphere was just perfect. The luxurious villa was surrounded by glass, allowing you to see a 360-degree view of the sea. How romantic.

The heavy breathing of both mingled with the sound of the waves. The husband slowly pulled away from his beautiful lips and kissed down to the fair neck before stopping at his collarbone. The small one moaned softly. That sound caused the other to tighten his embrace. His large hands moved to caress his gentle face and kissed him deeply again.

“Uh… happy birthday.”

“Mangkon is the best gift I could ask for.”

“Are you saying that because you want to get laid?” Such sweet words. “That’s not true at all. I love Mangkon very, very much. I love you the most.” “P’Thian, can you sit on the sofa?”

“Why, Mangkon?”

“I’ll give you a present.”

He would make sure he was impressed at every level. Thian obediently followed his request, moving to sit comfortably. Then every piece of Mangkon’s clothing fell away. Someone smiled with satisfaction and was using his eyes to flirt indirectly, but he didn’t wait to shed his own clothes as well.

“Are you going to get on top for me today?” “Do you want me to?”

“I do, my darling.” He liked everything that Mangkon did.

The smaller one slowly climbed on top, pressing his hands against his broad chest. The sweet, melting gaze of Thian made him shy. But with more courage than shyness, he wanted to try.

“It’s P’Thian’s birthday, but today, I want to be the one to give the gift.”

Dark eyes focused on his wife, who began to grind his hips against his lap. The heat in his body soared immediately. But Thian still allowed the other to control the game, liking it that his beloved wife did this.

“Mangkon,” a low voice called his name. His slender waist moved seductively, his rounded hips grinding down in a rhythm that was just perfect with his size, but he still wouldn’t let his “son” go in. He did that repetitively like a mischievous imp.

“Mangkon” “Yes, P’Thian?”

Thick hands reached out to grab the small hips and a pair of sharp eyes stared without looking away.

“Do you know that you’re driving me crazy like this?”

“Not yet. It’s P’Thian’s birthday. I want to make you the happiest.”

“Mangkon,” Thain moaned, calling his name again. Where did his wife learn to be so seductive?

He couldn’t take it anymore! Now that they were rubbing against each other like this, he would be the one to start.

And then.. Swish!

“Agh! P’Thian, you cheated!”

“You wouldn’t put it in yourself. I’m begging you.”

Wide eyes widened as his large member thrust upward and entered his beautiful channel. The older one let Mangkon adjust for a moment, before new ideas sprouted in his head. He put his arms around the smaller one and stood up in the bridal carry position.

“P-P’Thian, um…”

“Let me carry you like this for a bit.” This was way too much!

Sharp eyes looked down at the smaller one who was biting his shoulder. The smooth, fair back shone. A hoarse moan rose from Mangkon along with the rhythm of movements that were getting faster and faster.

“P’Thian, slower! Can’t you be gentler?”

“I can’t. Because my wife is so cute that I can’t help myself.”

Some might endure it, but Thian wasn’t going to. His thick hips were thrusting hard, accelerating repeatedly until Mangkon couldn’t help but cry out. His slender hands gripped the thick shoulders tightly. It was both painful and numbing. The sound of labored breathing competed with the crashing waves along the shore.

When the heat of passion reached its peak, the one in control slowly laid Mangkon on the bed before flipping him over.

“Let’s change the scenery a little.” “Uh… what are you going to do?” “Different positions.”

His wife was now on all fours, his eyes radiating desire. Thian grabbed his rounded hips, lifting them higher. Mangkon readily complied, even as his face was buried in the pillow to muffle his moans but they were still audible.

“P’Thian… ungh…” “Uh… don’t…” “Let me lick you.”

Shapely lips lowered to kiss smooth hips, then down to the sensitive spot, his beautiful opening was so tempting. Then the wicked tongue slowly slid deep inside, lapping up and down frantically.

The twisting tongue probed deep, coating his opening with wetness and intense pleasure. Slender fingers gripped the sheets tightly. Mangkon was being stimulated to the point of unbearable.

“P’Thian, don’t torture me like this.”

“I’m going to lick you until you collapse.” “Lewd.”

“I’m Mangkon’s lewd husband.”

The mirror, positioned directly opposite the bed, seemed to anticipate his intentions. Thian’s thick hand cupped Mangkon’s chin, lifting it so he could gaze into his eyes. At this moment, the two policemen were in the most lewd position imaginable.

“Look and see how beautiful my Mangkon is right now.” “Crazy.”

“Crazy in love.”

Thian said, gripping the delicate hips tightly, slowly guiding his own son to tease the soft opening. And then he fulfilled his duties as a good husband, delivering pleasure to his wife. Slowly, he pressed the head in, inching it in slowly.

“Watch yourself in the mirror, Mangkon. You, being taken by me.” “Oh, it feels so good!” So good it was heartbreaking.

His round eyes looked at the man behind him who was handsome and hot even at thirty-five. His hardened heat was thrusting in and out of his opening. His face and whole body, which was already red, was becoming even redder.

“Can I… can I kiss you, P’Thian?” “You want to kiss me?”

“I want to kiss you while I’m being taken.” “As you wish, my love.”

How could he not grant a request from his wife? Thian pulled the smaller one up into a deep, passionate kiss. Moans mingled with the sound of the waves. The husband thrust his hips powerfully, almost reaching the finish line. And when the final moment arrived, both of their bodies tensed, a soft moan escaped his lips alongside heavy breaths.

But that wasn’t the end.

Someone wanted to change locations. “W-where are you going, P’Thian?”

Before he could even finish the sentence, the smaller man was scooped up and gently placed on the cool, marble-tiled floor of the bathroom.

The clean, fragrant scent of essential oils filled the air. Mangkon leaned back against the large mirror, which clearly reflected the both of them. His soft, handsome face was still

flushed from their previous encounter. His large, round eyes dodged the sharp gaze that was fixed on him with hunger.

“P’Thian, please stop…”

He wanted to stop, but he desired more. “Ugh, st-stop, P’Thian…”

The soft, pleading voice only fueled the other man’s desire even further. Once the lust had been ignited, it was difficult to extinguish.

Today was the best gift of his life.

Thian leaned in to kiss his wife again, his thick hands gliding down to caress smooth hips before turning Mangkon to face the mirror in the bathroom.

“I’m not letting you rest easily,” Not a chance.

The cunning Police Inspector whispered in a husky voice beside the pale ear, his hand moving down the body that was still glistening with sweat from their previous activity before squeezing and kneading every inch of the beautiful skin.

“Ahhh, seriously, you’re grabbing with both hands…” “Ah, P’Thian, easy…”

“Does Mangkon like it?” “U-uh, I… I like it.”

How could he lie when he loved to be touched so much? “I don’t know how to be gentle.”

Thian moved his hand to pull Mangkon’s hips closer to his lower half. His hardened member brushed against the beautiful crevice, but his other free hand didn’t hesitate to reach up and squeeze the small nipples, fondling and kneading them firmly.

“Ah… Aahh…”

“Don’t squeeze them so hard…” “Does it feel good?”

“U-uh, yes, P’Thian…” “Yes, beautiful?”

“Feeling great…feeling great…”

The nipples were being pinched until the waist was being embraced, before the hot member returned to the soft opening once again.

“Aah! Mmm, P’… it’s tight…”

It felt like he was about to burst, and the pleasure coursed through his body. White hands tried to find something to hold onto, so he reached out for the mirror in front of him. Both his beautiful eyes rolled thoughtlessly. Mangkon’s entire body was trembling with delicious sensation.

“Aah, my wife is so tight!” “P’Thian, go easy!”

“I can’t.”

The man responded, starting to move his hips in and out with a slow rhythm but with a heavy emphasis each time he thrust all the way in. He knew which spots to hit to make his wife writhe. He repeatedly emphasized the sensitive point, causing tremors in his body and sweet, confused moans to fill the air.

“Aah, P’Thian, harder!” “How hard, my dear wife?”

“Can you go deeper and faster?” “As you wish, my dear wife!”

The request was immediately fulfilled. The rhythm changed to rapid, frequent thrusts until the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed throughout the space. A sense of bliss surged through both of their minds.

It was both arousing And satisfying.

“P-P’Thian…”

“I want to penetrate you deeply.” “Turn around.”

The position changed as soon as he spoke. Thian whispered the command before grabbing Mangkon and turning him to face him. The smaller man was lifted off the ground and returned to the bridal-carry position. Two slender legs wrapped tightly around the firm hips.

Why does P’Thian love this position so much? That cunning man.

“Aah… P’Thian, mmm…” A moan erupted as he was thrust into frequently in a position that reached the highest point of sensation.

“This is… what I want to do with my wife.”

Thian bent down to nibble the small ear, thrusting his hips harder until Mangkon could barely breathe. Incoherent moans and the sound of flesh crashing against flesh rang out in unison.

The waves were about to subside. The younger man’s cute little member twitched, and his husband could no longer hold back. His firm waist thrust one last time, deeply reaching the depths of the channel before releasing his warmth into the sweet burrow.

“Ah… Aahh, P’Thian, I’m done…” “I’m done too.”

The younger man collapsed weakly onto the broad shoulder, panting from exhaustion. But the cunning man did not let the moment go to waste. He carried his wife to the large shower, his thick hands turning on the warm water to wash over their bodies. But someone wouldn’t let it end there. The massive member rose again and slipped into the channel of love again.

“Ah… Aahh, P…”

“Just one more round here.”

“One more, P’Thian, the last round, please?” “With such a beautiful wife, how can I stop?”

“There’s still many corners in this room we haven’t tried.” “P’Thian!”

And Mangkon’s sweet moans echoed once again in a night that was still long and far away.